The Men Not Chosen

Written by on July 23, 2012 in Learning to Breathe - 3 Comments

This month for some reason a certain very well-known poem by a very well-known American poet has been on my mind continuously. Perhaps it is because I, too, find myself in a similar fork in the road and in need of choosing that I relate so well to this particular rhyme at the moment…

 

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

And, so, since I now also find myself at a crossroads, I wrote a poem of my own, kind of in the style of the one above, but highly inferior of course. Not many of us can truly emulate Robert Frost…

The Men Not Chosen

Two men met in a certain place,
Similar in a funny way, yet so different just the same.
Each in business was an ace,
With a good brain, and a handsome face,
Yet in relationships a shame.

The first I call the marrying kind
Which he did often only to later regret
As he soon found he changed his mind
Leaving everything behind;
All too quick to soon forget.

The second married only a time
It was enough for him to know that he wasn’t of that art
And to shun it as a crime,
Changing forever his chosen pastime;
He ripped all feeling from his heart.

I may be wondering if I chose right
When I took another that laid his feelings for me bare
It felt so easy to take flight,
His words so sweet, his smile so bright;
He was the one who knew to care.

JG Keller

 

More explication for this poem next month…

Stay tuned for next month’s continuation in “What it takes to feel”.

Why is it so hard for us to fall in love and really feel for someone in this world of constant movement and  change? Is it fear or have we just learned to settle with numb?

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